Within that world of heaven and earth that had been raised up, on the largest Earth Star somewhere within it, Zhang Yu's avatar was walking across the vast Earth Continent. The river swept down carrying great quantities of shattered ice, winding across the plains like a jade belt.
Upon the empty, desolate land, even an ordinary person could see the hazy silhouettes of gray-blue mountains in the distance at a glance.
Along the way, he could also see enormous spiritual creatures, wrapped in thick fur and shaped like beetles, slowly crawling along. Wherever they passed, deeply buried plants and small creatures beneath the earth were dug out and stirred within the mouthparts in their bellies.
But before long, a group of people clad in animal hides and carrying all manner of tools came over. They used nets to cover these slow-moving creatures, then deftly flipped them over with pry bars, leaving them unable to move and at the mercy of slaughter.
After cutting out one such creature's heart, an elder stepped forward and solemnly offered the heart beneath a stone stele. Then a group of people lit a bonfire around the stele and sat down in a circle.
Zhang Yu's avatar watched from afar. As the people multiplied, tribes had appeared in every direction across the land, each with its own way of survival and its own customs.
He did not force them to change, continuing instead to guide them above all else.
At times, settlements stood in harsh environments where survival itself was difficult. Every person was exceedingly important, let alone finding time for cultivation.
Thus, whenever he encountered such circumstances, he would erect a stele there. So long as they offered some food in sacrifice, they could enter dreams to learn the writing upon it, as well as